"Message To My Younger Self" lyrics
"Message To My Younger Self"
If I could talk to younger me, I would tell him to run
But don't run from your emotions
If I could talk to younger me, I'd tell him to learn how to love
How to love and to be open
If I could talk to younger me, I'd tell him learn how to love
And I would fix me when I was broken
Wish I could talk to younger me, tell him that you're the one
You're the one and that you're chosen
Why not write a poem? Why not leave a open for the future me
It's open, write a book and rip the page out
Save it for the older me
If I keep on bottling these thoughts it'd be the end of me
Save your sacred-glass-made heart 'cause hate is contagious
Children are the truth
On the phone, I'm talking in code
Save my steps from broken roads, I hope
That I told me the truth
Truth be told you're gonna be alright
No one heals from every broken heart
But inside, you're just a little baby, wah
If I could talk to younger me, I would tell him to run
But don't run from your emotions
If I could talk to younger me, I'd tell him, learn how to love
How to love and to be open
If I could talk to younger me, I'd tell him learn how to love
And I would fix me when I was broken
Wish I could talk to younger me, tell him that you're the one
You're the one and that you're chosen
I just hope that I live to tell it
I know them Z's with me zealous
Bought my pole in Pinellas
Them boys buns, why you think I keep the glizzy no relish?
I'll make your bitch sweat, I might just be Jewish Elvis
Melatonin and my mouth's dry, tryna fuckin' focus
Florida snowin', and my heart's swollen, and I'm out of Focalin
Okeechobee to Pahokee Coastin, I'm pistol-gropin'
Pill-crusher to my ibuprofen when life's corrodin'
And I might grow a gray hair While my ex is trolling
I'm tellin' Sarah watch her tone, I got serotonin
I went from the Panda Express to the pandemonium
Hoes tryna double back 'cause I got heavy motion
Aye, aye, aye, heavy motion
Dreidel Gang, it's in my blood, it's in my hemoglobin
Aye, I still do tzedakkah, tell 'em drop a tokin'
They tried to take me as a joke, bitch I was never joking
I kept that polka, Pocahontas knew that I was poking
Florida, man, that water brackish now they know the slogan
I got Krispy in the yo, smokin'
Aye, smokin' dead, who, bitch like, who you smokin'?
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album:
"Grip Thumb 2 Paper Cuts" (2026)
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